The Portland daily press., 1887-08-22

shall we begin?"
"0h, right away; we have no time IN lose
II we get It ready for the exhibition"
wei, then, say tomorrow, for my pic
turs is all finished but one little white rose
bud, and that you must paint for me: Won
snail see the picture Tomorrow / will
After admiring the many little sketches
which adorned the wall, Karl thought it
time TO 60, as the little marble clock had
warned them of times rapid flight.
Madeline, as Karl was leaving"
es, and bring you something to do"
| ,AIter ne was gone, Madeline thought
How dlherent he is from most men. He
never tatters nor looks that I-adore-you
| look which some men cast at every lady they
meet. wonder ii he meant to fatter my
| singing tonight or If he really meant it; he
| acts sensible, anyhow"
On his way home, Karl thought to himself
How sensible she is. What a pure devO-
| ton she has for art; why, she won't let even
| love for music come in between her and her
| art. BY Jove, what voice she mas though.
| / wondered if she thought l battered her;
she must not think that, for she. hates fiat
| terers and romantic lovers; well, so do |.
| Art is the true love. What picture she
| would make tho
! AS soft and as sallow as autumn-with hair
Neither black, nor yet brown, butthat tinge which
| the air
Takes at eve in September when night fingers
lone
Thro' vineyard from beams of low-setting
Eyes--the wistful gazelle's; the fine foot of
And a hand fit fay's wand to waye-white and
A voice soft and sweet as tune that one
knows.
Something in her there is sets one thinking of
Strange backgrounds of Raphael-that hectic and
Brief twilight, in which the southern suns fall
asleep
by Jove, must paint her picture" At
this Karl stopped and burst out laughing
La ap SI getting really romantic declare" he
did she know my thoughts just now But
then, am not in love, neither am going to
be; this little experiment of ours is Just for
arts sake" Thinking this, Karl reached
his room before he was aware. There he
found note from one of his brother artists
awaiting him; he read it half aloud:
My Dear Karl:-Won't you arrange it so that |
can meet the lovely angel whom you were with
tto o- ol course you won't be Jealous Of me,
On! fear am hit hard.
She's daisy, she's darling
Shes an angel Without
You know the rest, Karl. Now, dear old TEL
l0w say when the day shall be.
Yours as ever, Tom.
Before Karl has read half of this little per-
TUNED note, he burst into fit of merry
laughter.
why, what would Madeline say if she
should read this, and what lsOuld she say to
rom with all his gallantries. his bows and
smiles, and his heart in his eyes l guess my
gay would surely come in that case, and our
little society would be broken up pretty
quick. No, guess not, Mister Tom, you
must not brighten this poor little wingless
Thus talking to himself, Karl prepared to
retire, laughing softly to himself every now
ana then The next day Karl spent at Mad
ellne,s studio. He took with him his acade-
my picture, to which he wished her to put
lew finishing touches. 1t was a picture of
still life; its subject was "Wine, woman and
song. table with dark, richly colored
spread, and bit of delicately tinted wall.
made up the foreground and background
On the table lay beautiful Stradiyarius vi
olin, its graceful outline, its exquisite warm
color, its antique carved head betokened its
classic make A copy of Strauss waltzes,
WINE, woman and song, lay by it; while
near 1t cut glass decanter of sherry wine
gold lining A lovely white rosebud lay
near the violin and denoted the woman part
of the subject.
What charming pictured" exclaimed
Madeline; "You have done beautifully"
Il don't KNOW" replied Karl, 81 am not
sure about that. i did not like the rose bud.
1t should be so e&quisitely drawn that you
could breathe its perfume, and it should at
once suggest beautiful woman to one."
well, L think can fix it a little. shall | %
asked Madeline.
Certainly, and will see if l can make
your Loreei look little more heartless, and
your skipper more miserable. In the last
picture shall we have a storm cloud coming
up the Rhine to engulf the poor Skipper?"
Yes, that is just what is needed" replied
Madeline.
So we both went to work As a result, the
rose bud grew under Madeline's fingers until
I'D n 70 a 10 H..
point when the bud is just ready to burst
from the bud to the rose Karl succeeded |
equally with his work, aided quite frequently |
by Madeline. So the days passed by until |
the exhibition, when unbounded praise was |
bestowed upon both works. During those |
days when they were working together, their |
conversation was mostly about art. Some- |
times they sang together or Karl would read
her favorite poems TO her yet they were al
ways severely artistic. Whenever they talked
about the love affairs of others, as they came
to their notice, it was with magnanimous
pity and commiseration for the ''poor
things" as they called them. One day Karl
told Madeline about the note he had received
from friend of his. Madeline smiled, then
looked quite sad and sighed
Poor fellow! am sorry for him, but he
will get over it, he probably has already.
What mistake he made"
OF late Madeline and Karl had both got in
to the habit of going over the days CONVEX
sation by themselves when alone at night.
No, no; that was not love-" Madeline
would say to herself as she thought over
some look or speech of Karl's. While Karl
would light cigar and sit down before his
CRATE, smiling to himself, and say:
''She is charming, though" and then he
would drop away into happy reverie. Very
soon it got to be daily struggle with each,
not to let the other think that-that-well,
that they might be in love. So the winter
and spring passed.
One day Karl said, swell, Madeline, next
week suppose we part, for / return to the
west you KNOW"
Madeline gave a little start, turned a little
pale, but said nothing.
Some might part as lovers" laughed
Karl, but we will part as artists, won't we?"
Yes replied Madeline, as she gave lit
tie hysterical laugh. but could say nothing
more.
At last the day came when Karl was to de-
part, and he had come to bid Madeline good
bye. She was as self possessed as ever, save
a pallor, which overspread her features
Karl was quite nervous. After they had
talked over the past and the future, which
did not seem to contain much hope of KarPs
immediate return, he at last arose to go. \
Goodbye, Madeline" he said, graspng
her hand.
Goodbye" replied Madeline, almost in a
whisper, and dropped her face to hide the
tears which were gathering fast.
why, Madeline, what does this mean?'
asked Karl, much bewildered.
. w, uobnlng, uOIulDS, pledueu Madeline,
only am so lonesome, but don't mind me-"
Karl began to see a new hope which he
hardly dared believe.
'Madge," he murmured softly, as he
closped both her hands in his and drew her
nearer. do you really want me to stay?
And may be with you, and love you for
ever?'
Whatever her answer was it was not artis-
tic, hut very natural under the circumstan-
ces. Soon after this interesting goodbye,
which did not result in parting, couple of
artists made journey to the mountains and
canons OF the west. He was tall and rather
distinguished looking. while she was "a per-
feet southern beauty" some of the ladies in
the cars whispered to one another contdcn-
TALLY, and that "they must be on their bridal
tour" However they lived after this, wheth-
ideal or real, they certainly were very hap
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